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Azure

"Break what can be broken"

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age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
1991
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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04-05-2022, 05:09 PM




The slave master continued, desperate for his sale and throwing more compliments toward Az to try and regain his interest. It was typical behavior of a trader and only cemented further Azure's hate for the man. It was too reminiscent of the slave masters he and his father had killed, the ones who had raised and trained his fiancé. The more he spoke, the more the saber-toothed champion began to plot for the man to suffer a similar fate. "It's a poor mistake to keep your best servant in the same enclosure as the others, who knows how many bad habits she's already picked up on."

The slave's muzzle was grasped and directed toward them and Azure looked on with indifference as she spoke of her previous station. Skilled, obedient, raised to serve - none of these were particularly uncommon in a well-bred slave and Azure made sure the slaver knew as much. There was a further skill hinted towards but not spoken bluntly, bringing Azure's muzzle to wrinkle in a brief show of disgust. This sale had to end quickly before Azure could no longer contain his urge to turn the camp into a cemetery.

The slaver prompted him further and Azure lifted his paw to silence the man, sharp gaze still fixed upon the striped woman whose face the slaver held. She made no move to free herself from his grasp, nor did her eyes roam to find either of the men's. "This one is better." He admitted, breaking his gaze from the slave to look back at her master. "To be fair to us both, I will require you to accompany me back to my territory with her. It is from the trade goods there that I will pay her price, and if the bitch reveals herself to be useless on the journey then I'm wasting less of my time walking her back."

The slaver seemed hesitant, though Azure was already turning away. Over his shoulder, the saber-toothed man called out. "Prepare her and meet with me at the edge of your camp. I have some business to attend to at home and can't linger here all day."


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Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.

Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.